Darkness shrouds me in glory
believing I'm worthy...

Graceful and peaceful
gliding along...

The wind roars and bird flee
rain is coming down and falling on her face...

I find beauty in sunshine
a cocker spinal and the birds singing...

Down and out in a round about way
standing strong not trying to stray...

Depression and hesitation ways on my mind
my soul screams in agony...

The wind blows on my face
I realize love lost its grace...

A past of pain
Leads to a constant state...

The dead do not suffer the living
why should the living suffer the dead...

A sick feeling in my gut
tears do whelm up...